I didn’t meet my goal of eating normally this weekend. Everything was going great until Sunday around 5 pm. Then…
Massive failure. I’m still not really sure what happened. I ate a good breakfast, a healthy lunch, and had even just eaten a snack. For some unknown reason, I was still hungry. Really really hungry. So hungry that I completely panicked and decided I need to eat not just more but a TON more.
Small but relevant tangent: My blood tests came back Friday from my arthritis doctor showing that wheat had a negligible effect on my inflammation. I feel better, but there really wasn’t much change. So, I decided that I could bring graham crackers back in my life because eating them with an apple and some peanut butter really improves my life around 3 pm on the average weekday. So, in anticipation of this, I had an entire box hanging out in my pantry just waiting to be carried to work this week.
So, instead of eating a few to satisfy my hunger, I ate most of them. And many many graham crackers and a shameful amount of peanut butter later, I was finally full. And pissed. Why didn’t I just eat dinner earlier if I was so hungry? It’s not like I couldn’t eat more later that evening if I was hungry again. Additionally, what are the consequences for being hungry for an hour? I certainly wasn’t going to die from it.
I’m just so frustrated because I cannot fathom what came over me. I had been eating well, but not under-eating where I should have had uncontrollable hunger rage like that. Furthermore, hunger is a part of life. I get hungry at work all the time and yet I still manage to eat a perfectly normal snack or meal to satisfy it. Sometimes, I even go for hours being hungry because it’s not the opportune time or place to eat AND I SURVIVE TO TELL THE TALE OF IT.
It’s just weird, I can’t understand why I made that decision. They’re graham crackers, they aren’t even that delicious. If I had had some fantastic meal then I wouldn’t even care, but to waste all of that effort and hard work on a thousand freaking sheets of slightly sweetened cardboard is completely confounding. WHY CELY WHY!!!
Oh well, moving on. I did exercise each day which was pretty exciting (it wasn’t, but sometimes I lie to myself). On Saturday, I was supposed to go to Pilates, but when I arrived our instructor surprised us with a barre class instead. Barre means ballet stuff. I was not excited as I do not appreciate surprises and it turned out to be exactly as awful as I imagined it to be.
Thankfully, I wasn’t the only person horrified by they change as one lady very loudly said the “F*CK!!” If our instructor pulls that surprise crap again I’m going to snap her tiny body in two. Spending sixty minutes in basically the plié position is not my idea of a good time. I was shaking so much I thought I was going to rip the bar from the wall.
So, in conclusion, I am fully carb-loaded for my super gruesome week of sitting at my desk and I hate ballet.